Thursday, October 9, 2008: On the Street.....Via Bagutta, Milano
When hair grows in grey or white, it hasn’t transformed. Not quite the way I expected: instant, an overnight quicksilver flood. It began with a slight shine, a halo at the scalp, and she explained the pigment just stops, the dark ink restrained.
Before I comment on your lovely poem I have to say that woman is amazing,astonishing and I want to be her when I am grey. Actually, I want her legs, her shoes and her dress right now.
Now, to your poem, I am printing it and putting in my journal. As a gal with premature great it is nice to have poem that explains the halo at my scalp and how the pigment stopped.
Before I comment on your lovely poem I have to say that woman is amazing,astonishing and I want to be her when I am grey. Actually, I want her legs, her shoes and her dress right now.
ReplyDeleteNow, to your poem, I am printing it and putting in my journal. As a gal with premature great it is nice to have poem that explains the halo at my scalp and how the pigment stopped.
The "dark ink restrained."
ReplyDeleteI wish for this to happen to me.
la belette rouge is so right. what an incredible beauty!!!
ReplyDeleteyour words, gorgeous.